keep us silent nnand diverted nndrug me, corporate gods nnnnwe were eager nnto forget nnnow we hail the blade unmasked nnnntoward death nntoward the sun nnthis needle poised in flesh nnnndrink from this lunacy nnand bite the hand that made you man nnnnand when springtime comes nnwith awkward little steps nnto the land that mourns for me nnnndo not rush nndo not fear nnthe silent frequency (of lust) nnnnand the sun goes down nnand death is all around nnand the secret son lies down nnand death is here to drown nnand everything's falling down nnand death is but another crown